So today my poor soul was subjected to what I like to call the "corporate training bra" drone. Southern California Edison cashed a check but then forgot to post it to my account. The gal who answered the phone had not a clue as to how to help me. She kept putting me on hold to "ask her supervisor". When I finally got Donald, the super, on the phone, I was about ready to get all crazy asian lady with expired coupons at the check-out line on his ass.
Bitches, I better see a credit to my account or someone is gonna die. and when I say die, I mean I will take a months worth of my own personal urine, bury it underground for a year, add jalapeno pepper seeds with blood clots from local abortion clinic trash bin and sell it to your ignorant ass for a buck fifty by telling you it is the elixir of youth...oh there is youth in there all right...
Just give me my money bitches; we all know I am too lazy to actually pee in a jar.
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3 months ago